A New Purpose ( Tomura Shigaraki x Reader )

5 | A Home Amongst Shadows

When you entered the League of Villains' hideout, you felt a sense of trepidation mingled with excitement, the prospect of a new beginning beckoning you forward. Though the darkness of the underground lair surrounded you, it felt strangely welcoming, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

As you followed Shigaraki deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the League of Villains' hideout, a sense of apprehension mingled with excitement surged within you. The dimly lit passageways seemed to twist and turn like the tendrils of some malevolent beast, yet there was an undeniable allure to the darkness that surrounded you.

With each step, you felt the weight of your past slipping away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom and possibility. The prospect of starting anew in this clandestine sanctuary filled you with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, a sense of adventure tinged with uncertainty.

Shigaraki led the way with an air of quiet confidence, his scarred visage illuminated by the flickering torchlight. Despite his intimidating presence, there was something strangely reassuring about the way he moved through the shadows, as if he belonged to this world of darkness and chaos.

As you entered the heart of the hideout, you were struck by the cavernous expanse that stretched out before you. The walls were adorned with graffiti and makeshift decorations, giving the space a sense of gritty charm. It was far from the pristine halls of UA High, but there was a raw authenticity to the hideout that resonated with you in a way that the sterile corridors of the school never could.

With Shigaraki's guidance, you began to settle into your new surroundings, finding your place amidst the motley crew of villains who called the hideout home.

But it was Shigaraki who became your anchor in this sea of chaos, the one constant amidst the ever-shifting tides of uncertainty. Despite his reputation as a ruthless villain, there was a vulnerability to him that few others ever saw, a hidden depth beneath the surface of his cold exterior.

In quiet moments stolen between missions, you found yourself drawn to Shigaraki's enigmatic presence, the two of you sharing secrets and confessions beneath the cover of darkness. Though you came from different worlds, there was a strange kinship between you, forged in the crucible of adversity and shared experience.

Yet, amidst the newfound sense of camaraderie, there lingered a shadow of doubt in the back of your mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that Shigaraki was keeping secrets from you, that there were depths to him that you had yet to uncover.

One evening, as you sat together in the dimly lit common area of the hideout, you broached the subject with Shigaraki, your voice hesitant yet determined. "Shigaraki, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," you began, the words tumbling out in a rush. "What... What are we to you? Are we just pawns in your game, or... or something more?"

For a moment, there was silence as Shigaraki regarded you with his piercing gaze, his expression unreadable. But then, to your surprise, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a glimmer of warmth in his cold, crimson eyes.

"You're not just pawns," he said, his voice soft yet resolute. "You're... important to me. All of you."

The admission took you aback, your heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his words. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, there was a flicker of humanity within Shigaraki, a glimmer of something that you couldn't quite name.

As you looked into his eyes, you realized that perhaps there was more to Shigaraki than met the eye, that beneath the mask of villainy lay a complex and multifaceted individual. And though the road ahead would be fraught with danger and uncertainty, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within you, a belief that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption amidst the shadows of the League of Villains' hideout.

In the days following your decision to live with Shigaraki in the League of Villains' hideout, you found yourself settling into a routine that felt oddly comforting amidst the chaos that surrounded you. One of the first tasks on your agenda was to personalize your living space, and as luck would have it, a room adjacent to Shigaraki's became available.

With newfound excitement and determination, you set about transforming the bare walls and empty space into a sanctuary that reflected your personality. Armed with paint, posters, and a few cherished belongings from your past life, you worked tirelessly to create a space that felt like home.

As the days passed, your room began to take shape, each corner infused with a sense of warmth and familiarity. Posters adorned the walls, showcasing your favorite bands and movies, while shelves displayed mementos and trinkets that held sentimental value. A cozy rug lay on the floor, adding a touch of comfort to the space, and soft curtains adorned the windows, allowing just the right amount of light to filter in.

But perhaps the most surprising addition to your room came in the form of a new wardrobe, courtesy of Shigaraki himself. In a rare display of generosity, he had taken you shopping at the mall, spoiling you with high-quality clothes and shoes that far exceeded anything you had ever owned before.

As you wandered through the aisles of the store, Shigaraki's keen eye for fashion guiding your choices, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his unexpected kindness.

"Try this one," Shigaraki said, holding up a sleek black dress. "I think it'll look great on you."

You took the dress from him, examining it with a critical eye. "You really think so?" you asked, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

"Trust me," Shigaraki replied with a smirk. "I've got an eye for these things."

With a shrug, you disappeared into the dressing room to try on the dress, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. But as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the doubts melted away, replaced by a sense of confidence you hadn't felt in years.

When you emerged from the dressing room, Shigaraki's eyes lit up with approval. "See? I told you it would look great," he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

As you made your way back to the hideout, arms laden with bags filled with your new treasures, you couldn't wait to show off your new wardrobe to Shigaraki and the rest of your companions.

"This is all thanks to you," you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I never would have thought to pick out clothes like this on my own."

Shigaraki waved off your gratitude with a dismissive gesture. "It's nothing," he said, his expression unreadable. "Just don't expect me to do this every day."

You chuckled at his gruff demeanor, grateful for the unexpected bond that had formed between you.

As you and Shigaraki returned from your shopping excursion, hand in hand, you were greeted by the familiar sight of Kurogiri waiting for you at the entrance of the hideout.

"Welcome back," Kurogiri said with a polite nod, his mist-like form swirling around him in an elegant dance. "I trust your outing was successful?"

You nodded enthusiastically, a wide grin spreading across your face. "It was amazing, Kurogiri!" you exclaimed, holding up your bags filled with new clothes and accessories. "Shigaraki spoiled me rotten."

Shigaraki rolled his eyes at your exuberance but couldn't hide the small smirk that played at the corners of his lips. "Don't make it sound like I enjoyed it," he muttered under his breath, though his tone lacked any real conviction.

Kurogiri chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the cavernous space of the hideout. "I'm glad to hear it," he said with a smile. "And I must say, you both make quite the striking pair."

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a warm sense of pride at Kurogiri's words. "Thank you, Kurogiri," you said, your voice tinged with gratitude. "It means a lot coming from you."

Shigaraki shifted uncomfortably beside you, clearly unused to receiving praise of any kind. "Let's not get sentimental," he grumbled, though there was a hint of affection in his voice that didn't go unnoticed.

With a chuckle, you and Shigaraki bid farewell to Kurogiri and made your way back to your room, the bags of new clothes weighing heavily in your hands. As you stepped through the doorway, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.

You knew that life was going to get much more interesting with Shigaraki in your life.